Ronan
I follow Ivy after she urges Noah back into the kitchen. The kitchen is a mess, flour and chocolate chips are scattered all across the countertop. Mixing bowls of various sizes are filling the sink, and there are at least three dozen chocolate chip cookies piled high on a plate sitting on the table.
“How many cookies did they make?” I asked Aric.
“I would say more than enough,” Aric hums deep inside my chest. He is content in a way he hasn’t been since the day Ivy left.
“Jannie,” I said in greeting to Ivy’s mother.
“Good evening, Al—Ronan,” she corrects at the last second. Her gaze flickered over to Ivy's human friend. “I guess we should figure something out for dinner besides cookies,” Jannie says as she boops Noah's nose, smudging flour on the tip, causing him to giggle. "I
